From Russia with Love

Emma leered at the submissive boy with a smirk that oozed the satisfaction she was feeling at this moment. She slowly stood from the floor and looked the Japanese wrestler in the eye before her attention drifted to the Russian restraining him from behind. “How much longer do I have?”

Sophia managed to bring her eye away from Yuto for a moment and looked at her client. “Five minutes.”

The blonde pressed a finger to her lips, weighing the options. She was paying a lot for this and a woman like Sophia didn’t come around too often. Then again, better safe than sorry. Didn’t feel like getting caught up in this. Emma nodded to her Russian compatriot with a cruel smile.

In a snap, Sophia leaped up and wrapped her legs around Yuto as she fell back to the floor. Their combined weight hit the floor as the former soldier locked in a crushing bodyscissors alongside her rear-naked chokehold. As she deepened the lock, Emma stepped forward and peered down at Yuto. Her smirk seemed to thin as the sole of her shoe raised over his erect member, pressing down ever so gently. The blonde tortured him on the edge of release, yanking him back before he could get too close. “Not what you were hoping for?”

Yuto barely had the time to surprise when Sophia suddenly dragged him down to the ground. All he knew was he's suddenly laying on top of his former opponent, whose legs now squeezing his body while still keeping him choked with her arm. The poor boy could only struggle helplessly, gasping for air until he felt the shoe of Emma teasing his desperate member, drawing out some moans out of his mouth.

"Aauughh... nnghh..."

Just like before, however, he's only brought to the edge, but not beyond. Yuto even tried to move his hips to pathetically hump Emma's shoe, but Sophia pretty much kept him in check and barely allowed him to move. Needless to say, his frustration only growing further.

"H-haaa... p-pleeaseee... gguuhhh..."

"You understand, yes? This is all you are good for." Sophia took his ear between her lips. Her teeth pulled back and gnawed at the ridge. Her hot breath would waft against his bite mark, heating the patch of saliva and exposed skin with every taunting word. "You are commodity. To this place and for me."

Emma brought her back foot forward, pressing the balls of her toe firmly down against Yuto's precious jewels as her front foot continued to pinch and work against his member. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, on and off. The blonde kept him balanced on the precipice of pleasure and pain, unsure of which he would fall prey to first. "You see, women like me don't come to your matches for fun. You don't have any actual fans. You have admirers, and we offer a lot to make sure you don't fall by the wayside. It's fucking awesome watching you get your ass handed to you, but this right here is something special."

Emma used her big and middle toe to pinch at his crown. The sharpened edge of her fresh pedicure dug deep into the exposed skin. "We pay the price of admission, but for a few extra wads, Sophie here can get us alone with you. Your dignity, your pride, all at our fingertips. Or...in this case…"

The blonde did her best to stifle her laughter as the pressure on her backfoot ground the boy's rocks again against the cold ceramic tiles.

In a way, Yuto understood what the two women were saying, even if he could barely think at the moment with all the things he's experiencing right now. At some point after he went into this wrestling business, he already suspected as much. It's just nobody had been really saying it straight to his face like Sophia and Emma did. To be fair, knowing he had some admirers already something encouraging, at least. He didn't really mind too much about his role in the league, but sometimes the situation could be a bit worrying, like, right now.

"E-eeii...! P-please be careful with thaatt..." he let out a groan of discomfort and squirmed instinctively as Emma's foot pressed his balls against the cold floor, threatening to crush it...

"Shhhh…" Sophia whispered from behind and took his ear in her mouth. She bit down firmly and worried the cartilage against the warmth of her tongue. She withdrew only to breathe a long exhale of hot air against the dampened surface before she took it between her mandibles again, grinding and pulling back ever slightly as if threatening to detach the ear from his skull.

Her silken-clad toes came up and joined Emma’s efforts by caressing either side of Yuto’s erect member. She joined the asphyxiation with hints of pleasure as she gently ran her feet up and down his length. Despite his pleas, Emma did not relent on the pressure and torment as she pinched his scrotum further against the ground. He was trapped in their mists between a front of pleasure, pain, and deprivation as the Russian’s muscular arms denied his brain precious streams of oxygen.

And he couldn’t even finish. It was worth every penny.

Yuto's senses were overloaded to say the least. Between the mixture of a bit of pain and pleasure that just kept him right on the edge, administered expertly by his tormentors, he's being driven into a limbo which was turning his brain into mush. His struggling weakened, his moaning became louder instead, and he couldn't even really focus on Emma as his whole attention right now was directed to his tortured shaft, wondering if he'd ever get a release he desperately wanted, no needed.

"Ooh g-gawdd.. p-pleeasee... n-no m-moree... nngghh... p-please l-let me cccuumm..." the poor boy pleaded pitifully.

"You're not thinking of anything else, are you?" Emma could feel him pulsing between her toes, growing stronger with every second. His dam was so close to bursting a gust of wind might have been enough to push him over that edge. And the blonde could do free or punish him at any time, all with a mere flick. All that power at the tips of her fingers. She felt like a goddess standing on high. Even her half-excuse for a spouse could never make her feel this good.

Sophia was a gem. She had to make sure to exchange digits after all this. But first…

"Do you want it that bad? C'mon Yuie, sell me on it." It wasn’t like she could help it. Not when he cooed like a slave. Emma leaned forward, casting a long shadow that cloaked his naked form. "How bad do you want to cum?"

"Aaahh... I- can't really take this... any longeerr...!" Yuto begged desperately. "P-pleasee please pleaseee... I need to cum so baaaddd...!" he looked like he could burst into tears at any moment now.

There's nothing else he could do right now, completely at the mercy of his captors. Even a light flick might have done the job for him, and yet he couldn't even have that, at least for now. Plenty of women had made him felt so helpless, but these two? They seemed to have taken it to a whole new level...

Couldn't resist that now, could she? Yuto would only have to steal one glance at her face to know what was coming. Emma was nothing if not a spirit of mercy. Of course, she couldn't speak for her brand new friend.

All it took was a glance just past Yuto's gaze to the lone, malevolent pupil of the Russian strangling him from behind. No words were needed. Emma raised her foot high into the air and Sophia parted her feet away from the Japanese boy's stiffening rod. They freed him from the tension, his worries; everything reduced to zero. It must have felt like bliss for the second it lasted.

Emma leered and came down on him nice and easy. Her lush thighs spread across his waist and kissed his member with the tender spot beneath the brim of her blouse. She met his throbbing undercarriage with strong, forward thrusts, itching it against the fabric of her panties. She didn't brush so much as pound his cock beneath her hips. One smooth movement after the next before she braced against his shoulders and finished him with a resounding clap of their wanting flesh. His northward mast would surely unleash a stream all over his sweat-clad chest and his exhausted body.

Time seemed to stand still for a short while after both Emma and Sophia ceased their stimulation on his aching member. Yuto gulped nervously, not sure what to expect from his captors. The calm before the storm? He certainly hoped it wouldn't end up badly for him. To his surprise, Emma just descended onto his crotch, pressing against his throbbing shaft and began to grind on it. The boy moaned and arched himself a little, the sensation brought another waves of shivers through his back, and soon enough, he was sent over the edge of ecstasy.

"Aaaahh.... mmmmhhh...!" Yuto moaned while his lower half rocked itself back and forth slightly, his eyes rolled as his cock spurted out his load, spraying his chest. "Nnnhhh... h-haaaaa...! G-gawwdd..."

There was a sigh of relief from the boy after his climax came to an end, his expression a little silly. It took a while until he realized what just happened, which made red tints of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"U-uuhh... t-thank you...?" he blurted nervously.